I Told You Guys I Have Nothing Interesting To Say

Yesterday we were traveling behind a woman in a truck who wanted to get into the farthest left turning lane. At least that's what she appeared to be wanting. The little car in her way had nowhere to go unless they wanted to play chicken with oncoming traffic, so they stayed where they were.

The lady--and I use that term loosely--in the truck started screaming like a maniac!!! She kept flipping the other people the bird and honking her horn. And not just once. She wouldn't let it go. She continued to scream and flip. Scream and flip while we all sat at the stop light.

The people in the little car had a smiley face drawn in the dust on the back of their car. The lady in the truck had huge lettering across her back truck window that said, "REDNECK B*TCH." Of course, there was no asterisk where the "i" was. I figure parents all over town appreciate her introducing that word to their children who are new readers. And how thoughtful of her to model the word so accurately that when kids say, "Mama, what is a b*tch," all the parents have to do is point to the woman.

And now a tribute to my computer with the sticking letter "a" key. This is relly nnoying. Wht hppened to my ? Did someone pour nother Dr. Pepper on my keys? Is this result of sneeze?
Gott mke sure I cover my mouth EVERY time.

Tht is ll.